Transcending the Frustrating Girl.

And just like that, a few days pass and I am over my frustration with that Pretty Little Girl.

Anger is gone. Frustration is gone.

I'm now at a place where my primary memory is of a happy couple of dates, where I presented myself as the person I am, plus a little bit of the person I would like to be, and my reward for that was a little kissyface.

Which is a nice memory to have.

I'm glad that she and I decided to take things slowly that night. I'd hate to have done something so extreme that it would overwhelm the memories of laying there talking with her, combing her hair with my fingers and watching her smile, as relaxed as she possibly could be.

That's a happy memory.

I'm glad it's now the most present one.

And in such a way, is anger transcended and a peaceful admiration is acheived...

A Wise Grasshopper,
COB